"Pavilion Master?"
Zhao Wuji's heart went cold: "What is the meaning of this? Raising the price on the spot?"
"In our deal... it was agreed upon!"
"You were to keep my Zhao family safe!"
Hearing this, the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng finally deigned to lift his eyelids, giving him a faint glance.
"Patriarch Zhao, you can eat whatever you want, but you cannot just say whatever you please."
He spoke slowly and methodically: "The terms of our deal were made crystal clear."
"I am only responsible for witnessing."
"Responsible for preventing this Immortal Venerable's inheritance from falling into the hands of others."
The Pavilion Master extended a finger, pointing at the curved blade in Zhao Wuji's hand.
"Right now, that thing is in your hands, and it hasn't been snatched away by anyone else."
"My task has been completed perfectly."
"As for everything else..."
The Pavilion Master looked utterly helpless: "That is your own business. Or perhaps this magical artifact finds you pleasing to the eye and wants to get intimately close to you."
"This falls under force majeure and is not within the scope of my assistance."
"That requires an additional price."
"You..."
Zhao Wuji was so infuriated by these shameless remarks that he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Intimately close?
Was it trying to get intimately close to him all the way to the grave?!
"I'll pay more!"
Zhao Wuji was a ruthless man himself; seeing that playing the emotion card was useless, he immediately changed his approach.
Gritting his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead as cold sweat mixed with dust flowed down, washing out several muddy trails on his face.
"Pavilion Master! As long as you take action and help me get this damned thing off!"
"My Zhao family... will offer double the resources!"
"No! Triple!"
"As long as I can survive, I am willing to give you half of the items in this Immortal Venerable's inheritance!"
Zhao Wuji practically roared it out.
What inheritance, what future, you had to be alive to claim them.
Although he didn't know what else was inside.
Just this Crescent Moon blade alone was a massive harvest.
Even though it was wicked, as long as he could bring it back, even if he had to fill it with human lives, using the blood of the Zhao family's collateral disciples to feed it, he could eventually satiate it.
As long as they mastered this immortal weapon, the Zhao family could still turn their fortunes around!
For this, he was willing to sacrifice half of the other benefits.
This was already cutting off his own flesh to feed a tiger.
Su Ji, who was standing to the side watching the show, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard this.
This Zhao Wuji was indeed an ambitious and ruthless figure who knew when to cut his losses.
It was just a pity...
He misjudged his man.
After hearing this tempting offer, the expression on the face of the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng did not change in the slightest.
He even sighed softly.
It was the helplessness of looking at a fool.
"Patriarch Zhao..."
The Pavilion Master shook his head, his tone carrying a bit of pity: "Have you still not grasped the situation?"
"Pay more?"
"Discuss dividing the spoils with me?"
He took a step forward, and for the first time, undisguised mockery appeared in his bright eyes.
"Right now, you are like a wild boar that has fallen into a trap, covered in blood and unable to move."
"And I am a passing hunter."
"You are telling me that as long as I pull you up, you will give me one of your legs to eat."
The Pavilion Master sneered, the laughter echoing in the empty abyss, sounding exceptionally harsh.
"Do you think the hunter would agree?"
Zhao Wuji froze.
Even with the piercing pain, his mind went blank for a moment.
"The hunter would not agree."
The Pavilion Master answered his own question, his voice soft: "Because the hunter only needs to stand by the pit and wait for you to bleed dry and die completely."
"Then everything will be mine."
The dagger was finally revealed.
This was the True Immortal's truest calculation in his heart.
That master-devouring immortal weapon had already bitten firmly into Zhao Wuji.
Why would he waste effort to save a doomed man?
Moreover, an Immortal Venerable's natal artifact...
Above True Immortal was Immortal King, and above Immortal King was Immortal Venerable.
That was an existence two major realms higher than him; if he wasn't careful, he might drag himself into it too.
"You... you..."
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.
"You are... double-crossing me!"
"Aren't you afraid... afraid that if this gets out, it will ruin the reputation of your Tingfeng Pavilion?!"
"Reputation?"
The Pavilion Master adjusted his slightly soiled cuffs and spoke methodically.
"Patriarch Zhao, you are wrong again."
"First, I am not double-crossing you."
"I am merely standing on the sidelines, watching as you, driven by greed, insisted on forcibly subduing an immortal weapon, resulting in a backlash and your unfortunate demise."
"I even feel deep self-blame and regret for being unable to save you."
As the Pavilion Master spoke, he actually put on a timely expression of being deeply pained.
"Second."
"Where are we?"
"An Immortal Venerable's tomb."
"Aside from the few of us..."
"You will be dead."
"Who is going to spread what happened here?"
"When the time comes, I just need to announce to the public that Patriarch Zhao, for the safety of the Canghuang Realm, ventured deep into the Great Wasteland, bravely fought demonic cultivators, and ultimately perished together with a demon lord in a heroic sacrifice."
"My Tingfeng Pavilion will even erect a monument and write a biography for you, singing praises of your merits."
"Is this not a perfect ending?"
This was truly destroying a man's heart before killing him.
Zhao Wuji only felt a tightness in his chest, a metallic sweetness welling up in his throat.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of black blood spurted right out.
He was literally angered to the point of vomiting blood.
"I... I was blind!"
Zhao Wuji roared, his voice hoarse like a vengeful spirit: "It was because I trusted the golden signboard of Tingfeng Pavilion that I exhausted my family's wealth to find you..."
"I never expected... I never expected that you are the true man-eating demon who doesn't even spit out the bones!"
"Wealth moves the hearts of men... Facing an Immortal Venerable's inheritance, even the lofty Pavilion Master of Tingfeng cannot avoid being vulgar?!"
Faced with Zhao Wuji's blood-weeping accusations, the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng actually looked somewhat wronged.
He wore a look of incomprehension.
"Patriarch Zhao, why speak so harshly?"
"What do you mean I harmed you?"
"What do you mean I'm double-crossing you?"
"I haven't done anything."
The Pavilion Master spread his hands, looking completely innocent.
"I neither stabbed you in the back nor tampered with your magical artifact."
"You were the one who insisted on taking that blade."
"It is also your own cultivation base that is lacking, unable to keep things under control."
"From beginning to end, I have merely been a quiet bystander, a witness who strictly abides by professional ethics."
"I certainly haven't violated any terms of our deal."
"Please do not sling mud at me."
"It damages my reputation."
"Whether my Tingfeng Pavilion is wicked or not, I don't know, but you are genuinely stupid."
Even Su Ji, who was standing on the sidelines watching the show, couldn't help but mentally give this Pavilion Master a thumbs up.
This was a true scheming mastermind.
He had turned the word inaction into an absolute art form.
If he were back in Su Ji's hometown, he would at the very least be a top-level executive.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
